I Could Turn Cartwheels

Our old house at Fulham had a very long lawn all down one side of the house. It had been used as a bowls rink and was probably 20 metres long. Before a strip of land across the front was sold when the road was widened, there was a lattice gazebo in one corner and another about halfway along the lawn. It was easy to imagine very properly dressed folks enjoying tea and scones in the gazebo.

When we were kids the gazebo was home to umpteen bikes and the lawnmower. Instead of polite bowls tournaments taking place on the lawn we kids fixed bikes, played on the swing or the big, metal rocker. Dad liked to get us doing “gym” so we’d form pyramids, do “handstands” and also hold ourselves upright while our arms were under the chest of whoever was down on all fours. The thing that Dad liked to watch most were cartwheels and he’d egg me on to do more and more, one after the other all down the length of the lawn.


You didn’t know that about Nana did you?


The home made Jaloppy on the long lawn.
The home made Jaloppy on the long lawn.

Author: macmsue

I’m a sister, wife, mother, grandmother, auntie and friend. I prefer to be outside and am interested in photography, nature and different cultures. I believe everything on this earth has a right to be here but some things and some people would be happiest if their space was far away from mine. (Flies and biting bugs take note!) I don’t like housework and think dust is Nature’s way of saying, “This is my space, I was here first.”

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